the man counts the times

lady hurts .. nurses her wounds

she may trust again

no one knows for sure

bridges burned .. she's not a fool

doesn't need revenge

her heart sure needs love

she's more cautious than before

could become a nun

the day's setting sun

lost shine .. has become hazy

does she trust her mind

minds are weak .. then strong

love's concept becomes a toss-up

lady meditates

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